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In those convening moments after the mists cleared, the wolf lowered her maw into the waning echo of her song and felt her hackles flare again. Time felt slowed as the creature emerged out of the last traces of fog and Darkstride felt the wisp of air give way to its claws, could smell the stench...

Her kind were said to be capable of eating nearly anything, but Sigrith had not yet met a Nordenfiir or Nord that would willingly consume the flesh of the vile and diseased such as the vampire. There would have been other uses to her, were she of her natural form, but the wolf quickly spat out...

She was fast. Too fast to track with ones eyes... but perhaps not other senses. Vampires were known for their inhuman speed and strength, making them formidable targets that typically required multiple hunters to take down. Overwhelming them with numbers and giving them no opportunities for...

"The Gods of the north are far less offended by the disease," the wolf replied. Not that she prayed to any God aside from the power of the aether and the natural realm around her. If there were Gods in the tundras, they were just as unforgiving and merciless as the beasts and monsters that...

Pleased with the offering, the wolf's maw split into a ghastly grin of fangs. "Darkstride," it growled in response, then turned its back to the man and bedded down for the night beneath the tree he'd found it under.

The wolf's skull tilted downward, affixing its weirdly mismatched eyes on the man and the confused awe he bungled to hide. These summerlanders, so simple. Barely more substance to them than the prey they hunted for their meals. Nary a hint of spirit, and certainly not a lick of ether. Souls as...

The wolf purposefully moved to the left as his strides caught up to her. Her ears pressed back as she thought on past hunts in the frozen north. They did not often wander far inland - not enough prey to sustain them. They stuck around the vestiges of society, nearer to the coasts, but how the...

Rain indeed, her ear flickered to the sound of his voice. She could smell it on the air, feel it in her bones, sense it on the winds in ways she never could in her human form. Tundra witches were intimately familiar with inclement weather and a rainstorm here felt like childsplay compared to...

"Centaur tracker?" a gruff looking man exchanged a glance with his crew. It was the sort of glance you gave your buddies to see how much they agreed that the proposed idea was a complete wash. The same man gave Wat a leery shake of his head and then refused to talk to him anymore. Wat would...

What a weird man. The wolf stared at him, unblinking, for as long as he spoke. Curious, familiar, foreign. How strange it was to come across the same weirdness of tundra witches this far south. Sigrith snorted, the ruff of her coat fluttering in a crossbreeze as she looked back at Garrod. "You...

It may have seemed unusual to him, but Sigrith was less impressed by the odd nature of a new statue in an old town. "Are stone carvers also considered odd where you come from?" the wolf quipped in response, the questioning tone suggesting an undertone of sarcasm. She approached it, gave it a...

I'm out in that general vicinity of the world at present. Would be happy to write with you again old friend.

She understood the reasoning, but Sigrith found she lacked the sympathy for a Yaegir's plight. Life in Eretejva was hard, dangerous, and entirely unforgiving for someone like herself. She'd survived it just fine without a promised sanctuary to safely lay down and rest. Even here, in these fair...

She waited by the door while this small interlude-letter worked its way out. Patient only because she hadn't the hands to take her leave by. As Garrod made his unwelcome exit, she glanced back at the old man and his old home, then turned and slipped through the opening before the wind could...

Wolves were not particularly good at emoting the minutia of expressions that a human could. For all the various micro-expressions a human might've given at Garrod's many words, the wolf looked on in stoic silence with not but a flicker of a white-tipped ear. Just as well, Sigrith in her human...